Outpourings from the poor old porous mind of Steve Kittell

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I wake each day with the rising sun.Time is shared with laughter and fun.Passion is felt with every embrace.Heart beats race to see her face.~Years have passed, now I’ve a clue.Love’s made easy loving you.Day’s begin with a good morning kiss.Evening’s remiss not snuggled in bliss.~Bonds are made; both strong and weak.The past was only just a peek.Thoughts can often cloud the mind.Though with one in kind, love’s to find.~Answers are found in plain sight.The stars will guide our every night.Questions asked now foretold.Forever to hold will never grow old.

Still I wake knowing not what to do.
Will I be happy or some shade of blue.
I’ve seen birth and I’ve seen death.
I shared my loves very last breath.
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With time comes change, like it or not.
The good remembered, bad mostly forgot.
With each hue an infinite tone.
The play of light’s what we’re shown.
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The sun’s journey across the sky,
alters our visions subtly and sly.
In the dark we see the colors of day.
Shadows forever lurk either way.
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Given the choice all would be bright,
a life coddled in the warmth of light.
Tho the dawn missed and sunset yearned.
Questions unanswered, nothing’s learned.
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Tomorrows lessons tested today,
all’s pass or fail either way.
And the change must be or not to see.
The cost high but the time’s free.